Not only birds can fly.
My friends wait patiently,
Council as I fix flowers in my hair.
They know I am in love.
I am forever gazing at his eyes,
A sky so blue it awakens me
From a little trance, wanting more.
We do not speak
Climb stars to nowhere
But the summit of eternity,
Each footstep closer
As he places his hands in my soil
Amidst flowers and leaves.
We nurture life.
Silent, we are, here.
We do not speak,
Before his eyes, the curve of my softness,
A fragranced gateway to His embrace.
(c) A Hannan
Image titled ‘Blue Halo’ by Rich Fredrick